Torrential rain poured down, weaving a silver-gray curtain of water between heaven and earth. Lightning tore through the sky like flood dragons, and thunder boomed, making eardrums tremble.
This downpour had already surpassed the bounds of an ordinary thunderstorm, like the Heavenly River bursting its banks.
White Snake Lady came gliding through the rain curtain, her plain white silk robes untouched by a single drop of water.
Her face was as pale as freshly pasted window paper. She opened her mouth, revealing fine, close-set teeth, and smiled coldly.
Cold sweat broke out on the backs of Xu He and the other two.
Yang Chen and the others had no time to consider why this water deity of the Willow Catkin River had managed to break through the Dao Embryo Realm.
The raindrops in the sky had already formed into sword after sword of water.
As though a bowstring had been drawn in midair, they stood poised to strike. White Snake Lady, holding an umbrella, gave a light wave of her hand.
Whoosh!
In an instant, ten thousand swords shot forth together. Their shrieks through the air resembled a swarm of bees beating their wings, tearing the rain curtain into shattered silver threads.
Jian Susu had already been frightened senseless. How could she still gather any spiritual power?
Yang Chen had already made his move. Forming hand seals, he sent a Dark-Ink Inkstone soaring into the wind, where it expanded rapidly. A dark halo spread out before them, forming a barrier.
The water swords struck the ink barrier and burst into countless glass-like sparks. Mist filled the residence.
You looked thoughtfully at the rain of swords White Snake Lady had unleashed.
Yang Chen exchanged a glance with Tao Zimo. The two came from the same peak, and after several trials together,